After fifteen years of marriage, I made a mistake that shattered trust and left a permanent scar on my soul—I betrayed my wife. For weeks, guilt consumed me. Food tasted like nothing, sleep eluded me, and I couldn’t meet her eyes. Each day, the weight of my secret made even simple conversations tense, and silences unbearable.
She didn’t yell. She didn’t throw anything. She simply became silent. Tears rolled quietly down her cheeks as she turned away. In that stillness, her pain spoke louder than any scream ever could.
